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    “You, sweet thing, are real cute.” He scoots closer toward her. “Why don’t you let me in on the fun too?” Good, he and I are on the same page. We usually are. Mason doesn’t care for anything long term, either. Unlike me though, he doesn’t mind a bedmate from time to time, as long as they remember upfront, it’s only for one night.
    Mason leans in, closers to her ear and whispers something out of earshot.
    “I’m down,” she singsongs.
    “Hey!” The sound of Tara’s voice draws my attention away from the woman I’m standing in front of her. “Where’s my beer?” I glance over at her glaring at Mason with her arm crossed tightly in front of her chest. Her chest that is very much on display and very much un-Tara like. Had I not clearly heard her voice, I might have done a double take.
    “Sorry, I got a little side tracked.” Mason laughs and smiles back at Misty. Tara glances at her then rolls her eyes seeing exactly what distracted him. When I take in her appearance from head to toe, I see no reason why she should be giving Misty an eye roll when she herself is under dressed. Tara’s honeysuckle blonde waves are hanging loosely below her shoulders. She is wearing a strapless, tight black dress that is snug around every curve, stopping a few inches from her knees, accompanying a pair of black heels. Tara is standing damn near at my own sex feet two-inch height.
    Fuck, I’m pretty sure I’m getting hard just from staring at her. If there were any blood left in my head, I’d have adjusted my crotch by now.
    “You suck, Mason.” She huffs then brushes past him to the bar. The bartender hurries over, looking at her tits while asking her what he can get her to drink. She blushes once she realizes the same thing. She may be dressed confidently, but Tara is anything but. She has been socially awkward since we were kids and she is extremely shy. It takes her a while to warm up to people. Once she does, her timidness vanishes.
    “So are we doing this or not?” Mason’s voice booms over the noise.
    “Oh, we are doing this. See ya, Tara.” I place my empty beer bottle on top of the bar followed by grabbing the brunette by her wrist, pulling her off her stool and out of the bar without looking behind me. It’s going to be damn near impossible to drown out that body in that dress. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try. “Where is your place, Misty?”
    “How about we go to yours?”
    “How about we not.” Before I’m able to finish telling her why we are going to her place and not ours, Mason chimes in.
    “Sweet thing, tonight is about having a fun time, but that’s all it is and it’ll only happen this one time. Are you okay with that?” Mason stops her, making her turn to face him as he waits for an answer.
    “I can handle that.”
    “Good, now like my friend asked, where’s your place?” He drapes his arm across her shoulders, pulling her closer to him as she relays her address to me, which isn’t far from here at all. We all pile into my truck and head to her apartment. After a five minute drive we arrive and enter a small one bedroom apartment, from what I can tell upon my first glance around the living room.
    Small hands come up around me from behind, before Misty comes around to my front. She moves her hands up to my shoulders and then goes to stand onto her tiptoes to lean in for a kiss on my lips. That’s not going to happen. I grasp her brown hair at the nape her neck, halting Misty an inch before she reaches my mouth. “I got something you can kiss, but it isn’t my mouth, darlin’.”
    Mason pulls her into him and away from me. “Yeah, well I got lips that need to meet hers before her mouth lands on your dick, brother.” He falls down onto her couch, bringing her with him where he immediately seeks out her lips. This is where Mason and I differ. He loves foreplay, and lots of it. I only want the end result. The faster I get there, the better it is for